[Open/Mingle] Morning at the coffee shop

[grandvision]

Russ leaned back in his seat and took a long sip of his coffee, but it did nothing to stifle his yawn. Ah, the exciting life of a newspaper reporter -- just sitting around, waiting for his interview subject to arrive. He tapped his fingers idly on the table and whiled away the time by listening to the conversations around him.

Maybe he'd catch something interesting.

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[blackshadow]

Etienne wasn't sure why it never occurred to him before that he could have breakfast if he wanted to, much less that he could actually go out and have someone make it for him. Money was never a concern of his...

It was just another weird thing that was all he could think about now. His latte had been cooling on the table at this point and his scone went untouched next to it while he sat in his chair trying to wrap his head around something that, really, shouldn't have been a big deal to him. It wasn't of any consequence to anything but the local economy, but it still tugged at him.

Pointlessly. Maybe just to distract himself, he leaned forward in his seat towards Russ. At the moment, he was one of the closest people that looked the least busy and the most bored, and that was enough of a reason for Etienne to bother him now.

"Slow service?" he asked curiously.

[negativegate]

Over the past several days, everything had been getting weirder. Mariella had failed to bring home eggs for the first time, and it was like it had completely shut down her parents. They wouldn't buy eggs themselves. They wouldn't even cook without them, just kept bugging her to go out and buy more as if they couldn't move on with their lives without having an egg breakfast. Things had just continued like that whenever she broke routine, and it was like...


"Like everyone's a robot or something," she groaned out loud. She didn't even care that she was in a coffee shop and there were other people around; she just heaved a sigh and flopped back in her chair, throwing her hands back--and brushing whoever was sitting behind her.

[windupgadget]

Shiki could easily empathize with Russ's exhaustion, had she noticed. She was pretty exhausted herself, being up most the night and getting an extra early start on the day, allowing for an uncharacteristic morning walk.

She just couldn't sleep. Ever since she was called to work on a neighbor's grandfather clock yesterday afternoon, she had been distracted. Or rather, she'd been distracted since the pleased customer loaned her a brown cord, to tie her tools back together when the leather holder snapped open, just as she was leaving. There was nothing special about it, but she hadn't put it aside yet.

She was twirling it in her fingers even now, as she peeked into the coffee shop and slowly came inside, like the sight was something utterly shocking.

"What else is open this early..." It was jarring she didn't know. Sure, she might not walk by or know every shop, but she had no examples, not one. The fact she had never walked out on the street this early once, as far back as she could remember...